Quotes About Yearning

No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

all I want is a room up there and you in it

There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.

I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you'd be proud of

As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it. Unless, of course, you flatter yourself into thinking that what you're experiencing is "yearning.

when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

Travel" Sometimes I know I love you better than all the others I kiss it's funny but it's true and I wouldn't roll from one to the next so fast if you hadn't knocked them all down like ninepins when you roared by my bed I keep trying to race ahead and catch you at the newest station or whistle stop but you are flighty about schedules and always soar away just as leaning from my taxicab my breath reaches for the back of your neck

You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea

Dear: I am dying without you, and I won't be dying long. But don't come. Best always, Frank

It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go Frank O'Hara, from "Morning Poem," The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara . (University of California Press March 31, 1995)

I wanted to be sure to reach you;though my ship was on the way it got caughtin some moorings. I am always tying upand then deciding to depart.

I wonder who's kissing her now, Wonder who's teaching her how.

Jeder trug eine tiefe Sehnsucht nach Gesellschaft in sich, nach der Gesellschaft intelligenter Wesen, die keine Menschen waren.

Damn it, woman—can't you see I love you!

We're all waiting for something.

When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.

I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.

I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

The Poem" It was like getting a love letter from a tree Eyes closed forever to find you– There is a life which if I could have it I would have chosen for myself from the beginning

Did I really want or need to know? What difference would it make if he were dead or alive, since dead or alive I should never see him again? But could I be certain? Was it completely and utterly out of the question for the door to open and for him to walk in? And wasn't I even now listening for his footstep?

Valence passa une main sur ses yeux et quitta la fenêtre. -L'alcool est là, lui dit Néron en tendant les bras.